I Hold your Hand Love

 

 
 

I Hold your Hand Love

 

and feel the tiny rib

 

bones      once part of a mouse or a mole

 

a lower jaw bone      a piece of a skull

 

fragments buried in fur    feathers

 

deep within the pellet

 

 

the barred owl

 

spit out under the full moon

 

I feel your fingers

 

three long-ago broken

 

I hold your hand love

 

not a grown up’s hand    small

 

yet battered    crusted

 

rough from work    neglect

 

no feminine artifice    no Jelly-Apple or Coral Reef colored nail polish

 

                                        no tamed cuticles

 

only your wedding ring    a silver circle from Santa Fe

 

I hold your hand love

 

as one foot lifts off the earth    I hold your hand love

 

so I won’t fly into space

 

as my head spins with the planets’

 

journey around-around-around the sun

 

I hold your hand love

 

I hold your hand tight    tighter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SELECTED WRITINGS:

 

 

A Nobody (thank you Emily Dickinson)

  

I Hold your Hand Love

 

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